Vicious Hearts Quotes

“I’m fucking Irish Catholic, you dumb twat. I know what a goddamn apostle is. Who the fuck is he?”
― Jagger Cole, Vicious Hearts

“He searches my eyes. “Are you hurt?” “Not anymore.” His mouth crushes to mine, my arms circling his neck as the world around us disappears. Two broken pieces, fitting together perfectly. Two black, bruised hearts, beating together as one.”
― Jagger Cole, Vicious Hearts

“She’s a beautiful, broken doll. One that I want to possess. One I’m determined to claim and keep all to myself.”
― Jagger Cole, Vicious Hearts

“What do you need,” I growl into her hair.

“I need to feel something other than the sensation of running without ever fucking stopping for once in my life,” she chokes. She lifts her head, her eyes big and so full of pain and need as they look into mine. “I need to feel something that isn’t sadness. Please.”

My hand lifts, cupping her face possessively. Something dark and voracious flickers, sparks, and catches between us like wildfire.

Like a force of fucking nature.

A compulsion.

The crackle of a storm cloud right before it thunders.

“Please,” she chokes. “Please, let me feel—” She whimpers, moaning as my mouth captures hers. As my lips bruise hers so hard as to make her feel it always.

“Please,” she whispers into my mouth as I scoop her into my arms and storm down the hall to my bedroom. “Make it hurt.”
― Jagger Cole, Vicious Hearts